In the past, she fancied destroying everything with the force of tornados hitting vulcanos, or the devastating collisions of meteorites. Or, through climate change.
Now she thought of us, clever naked apes, to reset the whole thing again.
And we get iphones for the killing and are apish enough to delude ourselves that all is well.
She crafted the Rift Valley some 10 million years ago so that we had to come down on the ground, clawless and fragile. But with opposable thumbs, good stereoscopic eyes and a big brain to navigate complex social interactions.
She gave us a divided brain and pushed us to transform the natural world and to isolate ourselves from inconveniences such as cold, predators or hunger.
And she forgot to equip us with a limit’s detector. And we went happily beyond limits. Unaware that we were already falling down the precipice, our legs moving in the air as in those Disney’ stories.
She made us to kill life.
Or maybe not. Maybe not. Maybe, as Robin Wall Kimmerer argues, maybe there is a kinder way to live on this planet. We have done this for 95% of our time on Earth.
Pity that our generation happens during the other 5% and has to witness the Horror. Paralised by the sheer brutality of the awareness of the demise of our species, our generation will soon be annihilated by Nature. Dead mercenaries of the Sixth Extinction.
